"Put down the gun."
In blatant defiance of the lombax’s request, Jak detached the magazine from his gun, then fished in the pouch slung around his shoulders for an alternative attachment, soon retrieving an object that was curved and festooned with light teal highlights. Reloading his weapon with the new cartridge he let his grip go slack as the tool took on a new form in response to being fed different ammo, becoming the rapid fire Vulcan Barrel within seconds.
Holding the heavy weapon lower to the ground, Jak painted Ratchet with the Vulcan Barrel’s laser sight, fingers kept a precious inch or so away from the trigger. The wastelander adamantly wanted past the barring mechanic, working alone to vanquish a foe that had gotten the drop on the both of them earlier that day. The scratch marks that traced the right side of his face still stung from that particular encounter, screaming red upon a canvas of partially sallow skin.
“Not happening. Now - move - or else I’ll mow you down too.”
( @thatssorxtchet )
